The architecture of the antique city looks very classical, with white tiles on the vermilion walls of the eaves and pavilions.

The antiques gathered here in the north of the river, the water is not ordinarily deep.

If a layman comes here, he will drive a big run when he comes, and he may turn around and ride a shared bicycle out.

Even if you are an insider, if you don't have enough skills, you will fight every minute.

Coincidentally, there are several stores in Lubei here, but because the second elder handed over the stores here to Shanshui Group for trusteeship before his death, Lubei doesn't have to worry about it for the time being, and I don't know who these shops are rented to.

After parking the car.

Wu Yan led Lu Bei to enter the antique city, in the middle is a huge antique canopy, rows of small stalls spread out along the canopy, people come and go, more lively than the vegetable market.

This made Lu Bei have a great change in the antique industry, he originally liked antiques are in the circle, but in fact, there are many antique lovers outside the circle.

That's a good thing.

It shows that the antiques industry has great potential.

"How long have you been here?" Lu Bei asked.

Wu Yan said as he searched for a suitable vendor.

"I've been rolling around with the old book since I was a teenager, and I've been in this business for almost ten years.

Rest assured, my snuff bottle is Qing Dynasty enamel porcelain, I have always treasured it and was reluctant to sell it, it was left to my daughter's illness at the bottom of the box, which should be put on the market A lot of people rush to ask for it, and I will definitely be able to pay off the rent. ”

Lu Bei didn't speak, Wu Yan misunderstood what he meant.

He just wanted to know a little bit more about the antique market.

Passing by one antique stall, there are constantly hawkers shouting at Lu Bei.

"Handsome guy, come and see, I have good things here!"

"Handsome guy, come and take a look, my porcelain from the Song Dynasty is in good condition."

"Want to find something, handsome guy? I'll help you with the palm of your eyes? ”

In the eyes of these small traders, Lu Bei didn't look like an insider, he was simply a wild big fish alive, so they all greeted Lu Bei vigorously.

But Lu Bei didn't glance at them, he looked at them with his pupils, and knew that they were all guys selling dog meat with sheep's heads, and whoever bought them would make an order.

Witch Yan came to a bald stall owner.

Lu Bei also walked over.

"Boss, do you collect something?"

Wu Yan asked mysteriously.

The bald boss was interested, and of course he couldn't slack off when he had something good to come to, so he hurriedly asked, "What good things." ”

"Qing Dynasty enamel colored snuff bottle."

Wu Yan said.

When the boss heard this, he became excited: "Hurry up, take it out and palm your eyes." ”

Lu Bei on the side didn't speak the whole time.

Although he has a golden finger, he has digested hundreds of books about antiques in his mind.

But the knowledge of antique design is too wide, and he is a newcomer, so he is not in a hurry to fight, but sets a rule for himself.

See more, talk less, buy less.

Wu Yan took out a handkerchief, which was filled with his precious snuffbox.

The bald boss took the snuffbox with an excited look on his face and looked at it for a moment.

His face changed suddenly.

The snuffbox was returned to Wu Yan.

"Young man, you better go and have a look elsewhere, don't delay my business here, let's go."

After speaking, he drove Wu Yan and Lu Bei away.

Lu Bei frowned and began to question Wu Yan's snuffbox.

Is this really a good thing?

Or is it that the stall owner's eyes are not good?

Lu Bei couldn't help but ask.

"I mean, are you going to look away, this snuffbox is just a normal product, right? Or is it a fake? ”

Wu Yan immediately retorted: "How is it possible? I've treasured this snuffbox for so many years, and I can't see it if it's a fake? ”

Then move on to the next buyer.

I came to an old man's stall who was eating melon seeds.

Lu Bei glanced at the treasure in front of the stall, but didn't find any special objects.

Seeing that there was business coming to the door, the old man spit out the skin of the melon seeds and said with a smile.

"Boy, what are you looking for?"

Wu Yan took out his precious snuffbox again.

"Boss, how much am I worth?"

The old man frowned and looked back and forth for a long time.

Then slowly extend 10 fingers.

Wu Yan was happy, turned his head and whispered to Lu Bei.

"100,000!

Look, there are really people who know the goods! ”

Wu Yan bargained with the old man again: "100,000 is not good, this is the enamel color of the Qing Dynasty, it is very rare, at least 200,000." ”

This made the old man stunned, shook his head and said: "10 yuan at most, no more!" ”

Wu Yan glanced at Lu Bei and then at the old man.

"In the industry, 10 yuan means 100,000!"

"This is a good thing, you can give me another 5 yuan!"

Who knew that the old man took out the pottery bag and really took out 10 yuan.

"It's only 10 yuan, do you want to sell it?"

Wu Yan glanced at the old man and parted unhappily.

Later, I asked several more in a row.

Still nothing.

But Wu Yan still did not give up, and he always believed that the snuff bottle in his hand was genuine.

From another point of view, this is his only hope, no one can be disappointed, and if he and Xiao Yan are not disappointed, they will have to sleep on the side of the street.

Lu Bei can see it, although this guy has been rolling in the antique shop for so many years, the door is clear, but his eyesight is not good!

But he didn't debunk it, but continued to follow Wu Yan casually.

This guy has clearly fallen in, and no one can persuade him until he doesn't die in the Yellow River.

Moreover, Lu Bei also has a learning mentality, visiting a few more stalls, seeing different antiques, whether it is genuine or fake, it is a good thing to increase his eyesight.

You can also feel the water of the antique market, so as to prepare for entering the antique industry in the future.

Inadvertently, Lu Bei found a familiar figure in the crowd.

It was Zhuang Mingyue, who had just signed the lease contract in the morning.

She was followed by a man in a suit with his hair combed.

The two walked into a nearby antique shop one after the other.

The big signboard reads "Pine Antique Shop".

The rent of the shops in the antique city is very high, but there is never a shortage of people to rent.

Not only do tenants have to pay high monthly rents, but they also have to have connections to get a good piece of land.

There is no other reason, the antique industry is all about the face, opening a store can earn rich people's money, and setting up a small stall is much lower.

Other antique merchants who can't get a shop can only set up a stall on the spot, but the rent of a small stall is also not cheap.

Why did she come here too?

Lu Bei was very curious, and his pupils turned to the antique shop.

After the man and Zhuang Mingyue entered the shop, they first said hello to the boss.

The boss's surname is Zhang, a man in his 50s, wearing an antique-style melon skin hat, and holding an ordinary purple clay pot in his hand.

"Master Kong is here, what can I help you?"